In his mouth, the crispy bottom of the fried crystal buns is soft, with a thin layer of skin. The meat stuffing inside is thick and juicy, and the soup flavored with bone soup is fresh and rich. not satisfied enough.
After he finished eating, he opened his mouth again, but he ate a mouthful of cold sand.
"No?"
It took a long time for Zhao Lanxiang to realize what He Songbai meant by sweet. She looked down at the only two fried buns with corn meat stuffed in her arms. He Songbai just ate it with leek stuffing. , where does the sweetness come from.
Zhao Lanxiang's sullen expression made his heart suddenly heat up.
She twisted the lean tendon on the man's waist and silently lowered her head to feed him two sweet fried buns.
"That's sweet."
He Songbai was holding a sweet corn-filled bun in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes lazily.
"It's all sweet!"
During the long drive, Zhao Lanxiang did not speak, but He Songbai kept chattering all the way:
"Big girl, sing a song to listen to?"
"Why call you big girl, don't you have a sister?"
Zhao Lanxiang pinched him again and scolded: "Ride your car well, why are you thinking so much?"
Big girl is the flower name given by Xiaohuzi, and Zhao Lanxiang really doesn't have a sister.
Zhao Lanxiang's grandfather Zhao Xiong has three sons, Zhao Yongqing is the second, and there is an elder brother above him. Zhao Lanxiang's uncle has a son and a daughter, but the daughter is one year younger than Zhao Lanxiang.
It was not surprising that Zhao Lanxiang heard He Songbai calling out this title. She often put letters from home on the table, and the title on the letters sent by her parents was Da Niu.
She asked, "You peeked at my letter?"
"No." He Songbai replied quickly.
He just glanced casually at her letterhead.
This woman is not very particular, she put the letter in front of his eyelids, and he looked at it openly.
But to be honest, He Songbai was still a little curious about the subject's family. She was familiar with his family, but he didn't even know her family members and their names.
He Songbai said eloquently, "Did you sing or not?"
Zhao Lanxiang pinched him, unable to bear his grinding, so she lowered her head and sang at her voice.
Her soft voice was not as clear as usual, with the hoarseness unique to the early morning, strangely with a touch of shallow laziness.
"As beautiful as the moon is, the moon is not you.
By my side, without your affection. "
She hummed slowly, and she couldn't remember the old songs from decades ago. She hummed and slid past them when they didn't know them, except for a few sentences that she remembered very clearly.
"Time is gone and never comes back, leaving infinite memories.
Who knows where you are tonight, who knows where I am tonight. "
All the way to the cold mountain peaks, all the trees have fallen leaves, but the pines and cypresses in the rocky cliffs are still evergreen. Shallow tone with a touch of sadness.
"Seeing the moon reminds me of your affection."
After listening to her singing, He Songbai hummed and said, "Are all your city people's songs so unrestrained?"
Zhao Lanxiang said unconvinced: "The folk songs on your side, um... What a good brother and sister, and it's still hot!"
He Songbai heard the words, lowered his head and smiled sullenly.
She said, "You also come to sing a song for me, good brother and sister?"
"Don't sing, can't sing."
After He Songbai finished speaking, he pedaled his bicycle even more vigorously. The wind whistled across his green head, across his wheat-colored neck, and poured into his neck.
Zhao Lanxiang's braided hair was also swaying everywhere by the strong wind. She covered her hair and pressed her face against his warm back, and couldn't help laughing.
This shy and sullen little man.
…
After riding for a long time, they came to the new pig farm, which was deeper into the hinterland of the mountains than the original one, and it took a long time to go back and forth. No wonder he was always invisible during this time. If it took so much time to come here, she didn't want to go home casually.
It also happened to be the slack season of the winter, and there was not much farm work in the brigade. He was so idle that he panicked, otherwise, running twice a day like this might tire him to death.
He Songbai took her up the mountain, and there was a strong smell of pig feces from an inconspicuous tile-roofed house hidden by the layers of woods on the upper mountainside.
Before getting close, Zhao Lanxiang smelled the smell of this lively fragrance.
The place where pigs are raised really stinks, no wonder he can get these smells on him. This is exactly as she guessed. The pig slaughtering farm and pig farm where he worked are gone. He has collected a huge sum of money in a short period of time. He doesn't think about it except for the contracting of other people's pig farms.
Zhao Lanxiang walked into the pig farm and counted it a little. There were no less than a hundred pigs, and the body of Baibaifenfen was nothing but a suckling pig. However, there is also a pen of slightly larger pigs, but at first glance there are no pigs that can be slaughtered. In a short period of time, this pig farm has no income.
She couldn't help but look away, lost in thought.
Gouyu and Niudan saw He Songbai and brought strangers over, and walked over involuntarily.
He Songbai introduced them to know each other. He pointed to Zhao Lanxiang and said, "My target is my own person."
"rest assured."
Gou Zuo saw Zhao Lanxiang and took a few more glances, "Let's bring less people here in the future, this will make us nervous."
Niudan said, "Hello, sister-in-law."
After the dog left complaining, he also greeted Zhao Lanxiang.
Niu Danbai coughed and said, "We've only just started doing this work. The dog left him so worried that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he always had to come here."
He Songbai moved away from the pig pen, stood in the pig pen and touched the little piglets, checking them one by one.
He whispered to Zhao Lanxiang: "The two of them have been friends with me for many years, and they can't live anymore in order to raise pigs, so they live in the old forest in the deep mountains."
Zhao Lanxiang was surprised when she heard the words.
He Songbai said, "For safety's sake, Gouzu only said those words."
"This pig farm of mine will never fail as easily as the previous one."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his determined and proud face and couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, it can keep doing well."
"It's good to pay attention to safety in everything. I was quite worried before, and I can feel relieved after seeing it with my own eyes."
Saying that, she and He Songbai walked out of the pig farm and stood on the mountainside looking at the bare trees at the foot of the mountain.
The topography of this hill is particularly well chosen, standing here and looking down, anyone who comes can see it. If you can have a telescope, it would be better to see clearly.
She thought about it and said, "Do you know how to raise pigs?"
He Songbai nodded, "I kept two of the pig herders from the pig farm before."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "I also know that most of your farmers are able to raise pigs, but raising one pig is not the same as raising many pigs."
If the pig feed is well-matched and pigs are raised scientifically, in theory, it is no problem to have a pig in a pen for three months, but in reality, it is a pig in a pen for three to four months. But now, after she came to the country, she found that the people here raise pigs in one bar every year, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.
If you are a pig farm and only produce one pig in a year, you will die of poverty.
He Songbai's eyes darkened after hearing the subject's words.
"It sounds like you have an idea, teach me."
Zhao Lanxiang waved his hand quickly, "Where can I talk about advice."
She walked side by side with He Songbai in the woods, and she said as she walked: "I used to hear the teacher say that everything should be done in a method, and Marx also advocated methodology. The captain of the second brigade next door often fiddled with agriculture. According to popular science books, do you use scientific methods to farm?"
"It's the same with raising pigs. You need to raise pigs scientifically, and you can't raise them indiscriminately. I'll find you a book like this. Do you... want to read it?"
He Songbai heard the words, his deep eyebrows stretched out, and the tip of his eyebrows was slightly raised, and suddenly lit up.
He nodded again and again: "Look, look!"
He couldn't help praising and admiring this woman, who was brave and resourceful, and had a broad vision, just like his grandmother.
He Songbai is sincerely proud of having made such a good relationship with him, but his object is different.
He was willing to listen to her, and even couldn't wait to find a book on raising pigs.
He Songbai's culture was all taught by grandma bit by bit using her memory. There were no regular textbooks, so grandma taught him whatever she thought of.
He is full of complicated emotions about books. Books are unfamiliar and useless to a peasant, but he is a descendant of intellectuals, and his ancestors' desire and yearning for knowledge are integrated into his bones and blood. He felt that he should be an intellectual, but in reality he was an ordinary farmer.
He Songbai pinched the subject's slightly cold fingers, and said warmly, "I'll ask Li Zhong to find it for me, do you like it?"
Zhao Lanxiang looked at this man's excited and honest appearance. He asked her a question awkwardly as if he was dazed, and couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, he has a much wider path than you."
"This kind of book may not be easy to find. I asked my friends to help me pay attention to it."
Right now, popular science books are not blooming everywhere like in the future, so go into bookstores to find a lot. The characteristics of this year are the red treasure book, the various quotations of the chairman, and the Marxist-Leninist thought. There are not even bookstores in the whole city, and it is really not easy to find a practical book. Especially in a backward place like N City.
He Songbai's heart was bubbling like molten lava.
He should know that he has to share with her about raising pigs. After telling her, he can have someone to talk to. Now it feels so good to have two people discussing and making plans together!
No matter how tired he feels, there will always be someone to support him, and everything has to be calculated and discussed.
Li Zhong, the illiterate idiot, couldn't even count the numbers with him. He Songbai could almost imagine that teaching him scientifically about raising pigs would be like playing the piano to a cow.
He Songbai couldn't help the pain in his head. He couldn't help thinking that Gu Gong tirelessly shared with him the rock composition and earthwork a few months ago, and he could still chat with relish for several rounds. He really deserves to be a teacher!
He Songbai was afraid that the dog would not be able to raise pigs, so he specially invited the pig herdsman who used to raise pigs to come out, and he would take them for a while to let them get started.
Fortunately, Li Zhong simply didn't care about how to raise pigs, and handed it over to a few pig herds. In his subconscious mind, he probably thought that pigs were such a robust thing, and it would be good if they were not fed. Where did so many trivial things come from!
Rural people raising pigs indiscriminately is not to raise fat and fat, where does it come from so much attention.
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Xiangxiang: Why don't you sing good brother and sister
Brother Bai: That's what the men here are asking for their mother-in-law. If they hear it, they will be his mother-in-law.
I sang, will you be my wife
Xiangxiang: "..."
blushing and don't speak~
"Thinking of You Tonight"
— Teresa Teng
the moon is so beautiful
the moon is not you
shine by my side
without your affection
you gave me joy
gave me sweet
Time is gone and never comes back
leave infinite memories
Who knows who knows where you are tonight
Who knew I was there tonight
Seeing the moon reminds me
remember your affection
The song in 1976, I've been looking for it for a long time, it's pretty good~